Fated To Not Just One, But Three

Chapter 425: Disappointed

Selene’s POV

The moment his hard, hot head pressed against my slick entrance, the last remnants of my plan—my vow, my hatred—shattered like glass. It was a physical thing, the soundless explosion in my mind, leaving only the primal, urgent need that was thrumming in my blood, dictated by the wolf I’d fought so hard to control.

"I can’t believe I’m doing this," I choked out, a final, futile protest that felt weak and pathetic even to my own ears.

Frederick didn’t acknowledge the words. He simply shifted his grip, one hand sliding to the small of my back to pull me flush against him, the other grasping my hipbone. The pressure increased, a slow, merciless slide.

Then, with a deep, shuddering inhale, he pushed.

A sharp, ragged gasp tore from my throat as his cock filled me completely, stretching me to the point of pain, but a pain that instantly curdled into the most intense, overwhelming pleasure. It was a deep, satisfying pressure that felt like coming home, even though this ’home’ was a blazing inferno that would consume me whole.

"You’re so tight, little wolf," he growled, the possessiveness in his voice a dark, intoxicating poison. He waited for a beat, letting me adjust, letting the shock and awe of his size settle within me.

My fingers dug into the rock-hard muscles of his shoulders, my head falling back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut. All I could smell was him—earthy, dangerous, and intoxicating—and the musky scent of my own arousal.

"Move," I whispered.

He didn’t need to be asked again. He pulled back almost completely, the air rushing into the small space between our bodies, and then drove in hard and fast.

stole my breath. It was a rhythmic assault, each thrust deep and deliberate, targeting the core of my being. My hips instinctively rose to meet his, the traitorous movements of a body wholly given over to its mate. The frantic hammering

me, Selene," he commanded, the authority

sheer possession, his face a mask of intense pleasure and something that looked suspiciously

name," he demanded, his thrusts slowing to

"Frederick," I gasped, moaning.

predatory half-smile, and he slammed into me one more time, hard enough to

instantly around his waist, holding on tight

longer on the ground, I was completely dependent on him, completely at his mercy. My arms wrapped around his

his

began a new rhythm—slow, deep, and utterly devastating. The friction against the wall and the depth of his penetration was too much. The pleasure coiled

the words tumbling out on a rush of air, but

rasped, his eyes darkening further as he tilted my hips up with a forceful hand, finding the perfect angle to drag me over the

still buried inside me, his breath ragged against my neck as

on him. We were face to face now, so close his breath mingled with mine,

my hips, guiding me down, slow and deep. "Easy," he murmured, his voice rough but softer than before. "Just feel

heat of his body, the thickness

I sank onto him again